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Cathays maps
Historic maps of Cathays and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Cathays maps
Cathays photos
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Cardiff| Llandaff| Rhiwbina| Rumney| Llandough| Radyr| Tongwynlais| Penarth| St Fagans| Dinas Powys| Wenvoe| Taffs Well| St Nicholas| Lavernock| Caerphilly| Sully| Barry| Barry Docks| Bassaleg| Church Village
Cathays area books
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Memories of Cathays
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South Glamorgan memories
Machen Forge, Blackweir, Cardiff
My grandmother ran a pub called the Machen Forge in Blackweir and my mother has told me about when she was a young girl growing up there. The canel ran along the side of the pub. I would love to know if there are any photos of it.
Grandparents
My Grandparents William Garside and Evelyn Bowden were married on 29th February 1896 in Cardiff and Grandad lived in Roath prior to his marriage. I imagine they may have also stood in this spot when courting, looking quite similar.
Working Life
I like this photograph because it
reminds me of when I used to travel
in to Cardiff by train from Barry where
I lived.
I worked in the National Provincial
Bank in St.Mary Street. I had some
lovely friends and times
DAVID MORGAN
The David Morgan Dept store left of picture was one of the few privately owned Dept Stores in the U.K. This store sadly closed down in 2006 and is now being refurbished and made into apartments and smaller shops.
My Great Grandfather James
My Great Grandfather James Miles died in the Infirmary, aged 40. He was a Labourer in the Cardiff Ironworks. I never knew any of my family, but when I read of where they lived, and worked and died, I feel so proud of them.
Days Gone by
I remember Splott, I grew up there, and my brother still lives there.
We were growing up very poor and scruffy, same as all the kids, one difference though, we were the Black Dixons. The other difference was we were not Catholic, so belonging to a small church showed us life beyond Splott.
But I can remeber some good times too, playing hopscotch, skipping, two balls, rat-a-ta ginger. Going to Splott Park with jam sandwiches and Corporation Pop (water), playing in the bombed houses daring each other to do dangerous things, going over the tide fields, and playing with the bombed planes, and picking blackberries. I never went on any of the street trips though, they were always on a Sunday, and one time I nearly went, because it was on a Wednesday, but the organisers gave our seats to a family of 'white children' instead. And all those people who called us names, who thought because they were white they were better than us, have achieved very little... Read more
Splott in The Early 60's
I spent 8 years in Splott, in Enid Street, off Portmanmoor Road. Like the first contributor, we were really poor, perhaps poorer than most, and we got picked on for that. I agree with Lavinia though. Our first black family came to live in Enid Street, and our parents all told us to ignore them - although they were clean and tidy, and much more religious than many of the Catholics on our street. They had to keep themselves to themselves, and it was the so called 'grown ups' who instilled this racism into us - we couldn't care what colour anyone was - if they could run, play baseball, rat-a-tat ginger, or help with penny for the guy then they could play with us! My family went to St Albans school, and I was lucky enough to pass my 11 plus and go to Heathfield House - although that was tough for me as it was hard for me to find the proper uniform... Read more
